Going places I don’t wanna be When the world is coming down on me As long as I feel rejected Homeless and heartless, alone and neglected The house of the hermit is where I might stay And won’t go away When the world is coming down on me There are places where I’d rather be than here Walls are closing in on me Let the darkness stay with me Drowning in the wishing well Making me feel like I'm in hell There’s no dawn for me just Sunsets on killing fields When the world is coming down Sunsets on killing fields When the world is coming Down on me and I can feel the Sun That burns my skin While I am hung upon the cross and mocked at Here it may all end Dreams are ending when you awake Let me stay in Morpheus! Arms Climbing from the wishing well All my hopes and dreams are at stake There will be no dawn just Sunsets on killing fields